and the moon won't turnnno matter how hard i stare and the dead won't risenno matter how much i love surprisesnthe couch won't walknand the windows will never talknand the moon won't turnnngravity keeps me from flying to younnand the world won't waitndon't bother to check the time and the streets won't burnnnno matter how fast we take the turnsnand I can't stop timennthe reluctance is in the rhymenand the moon won't turnnngravity keeps me from flying to youngravity keeps me from doing most of the the things i'd like to donnin my head we should be fallingnso we walk back up to the beginning and we do it againnin my bed sometimes i feel like fallingnbut it's feet over headnsix feet over my head